On the southern slope of this naturally formed col, they spent decades on the southern slope of this naturally formed col, slowly moving the foundation of stones from afar, and dragging back huge logs from the depths of Yelian Mountain, building houses, forming a small village, and they also built a wooden wall on the outskirts of the village in order to resist the zombies in the depths of the swamp. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

No one would have thought that the solid walls in the eyes of these orcs, the wooden houses made of logs that could be inhabited for more than a hundred years, would turn this village in the col into ruins in the spring in the hands of the corpse kings who crawled out of the depths of the swamp.

Those gray dwarf slave faces have been cleaning up the entire ruins for more than half a month, just cleaning out those logs, Kuz thinks that these tattered logs can be used for nothing other than firewood, until after having corpse fire oil and corpse residue, those fire-gathering scrolls have been completely recovered into the wooden magic sealing box. Kutz intended to send the discarded timber to Horsens.

In order to keep the blacksmith shop running, Horsens sent orc teams to the depths of Yelian Mountain to cut wood, and he needed a lot of charcoal and coke. However, Kuz's decision put me in the way, and I felt that the timber could not be used as the main beam of a house or the wall of a village, but it could be used for other purposes.

In the past few days, the clean-up has slowly come to an end, and the gray dwarves have started a new job, and they don't know where to find an anvil. It was on the outskirts of the village that a simple blacksmith shop was simply erected: anvils, wind boxes, stoves, and sinks were all available. They even begged for some dregs soaked in corpse oil from the grey dwarf slaves who were refining the oil for the fire. It is said that the temperature of this carcass is higher than that of refined coke, so that the whole tribe can repair the tools and make them simple.

Horsens followed Kuz and I as we walked through the deserted village of Laitu, and saw that here and there were only a few foundations of houses left, and many simple huts made of planks and cowhides were built on them. The original Raitu beast girls were very nostalgic for their home, even if it had been razed to the ground. They also silently choose to build improvised shacks on top of the ruins. The orcs who joined the Laitu tribe after being on the wasteland also chose some flat and clean places to build temporary shacks.

The village in the col looked disheveled, with all sorts of miscellaneous items drying outside the haphazard shacks, clean-washed leather armor, linen bandeau tops, half-sausages, and strings of half-dried dried meat. Some of the tattered wooden basins, clay pots, woolen blankets that were picked up from the rubble, as long as they could be used, were cleared.

Horsens sighed and said, "These dozen orc tribes near Drowning Park should almost all be like this, hey! Nearly 100 years of painstaking management was ruined overnight. ”

"Everything will be fine!" Kutz likes to say, his optimism is infected by Geril. whereas

Horsens laughed and said to Kutz with relief, "You young people are still motivated. It's a good idea to have energy, a kid like you is born to be a leader! I've never seen them in my quarries. I've worked so hard!"

Horsens pointed not far away, two gray dwarf slaves who were sawing broken wood with a long saw. There was no orc overseer by the side of the two gray dwarves. And on the wooden pier next to it are two boiled sweet potatoes. They were breaking up the discarded timber and making it into two-inch thick planks. There is also a square pile of timber next to it.

"What are they doing? is it a bed?" said Geril, who didn't understand it for a long time, and asked Kuz in bewilderment.

Kuzi grinned and said, "You ask Jia, these are all Jia's ideas!"

Gerrile's inquiring gaze overshadowed me, and I had to stand up and explain to her: "These square timbers and planks are also finely processed fine timbers, and I want to turn those broken, half-rotten, and discarded logs for various reasons into these fine timbers, which can be used for a wide range of purposes, and can be made into wooden beds, window frames, wardrobes, wooden doors, dining tables, benches, whatever I can imagine." And the wood is easy to stack and preserve. ”

Finally, I said, "Since it has been discarded, it would be a pity if we couldn't use it and use it as firewood!"

Horsens on the side listened to what I said, and was very inspired to nod and said: "This is indeed the truth, this is the truth, it is indeed very good to turn waste into treasure!"

He saw that the two gray dwarf slaves had been working with their heads down, and they didn't even communicate with each other, and they didn't pay attention to us standing not far away, all the time with our heads down. Horsens asked curiously, "How did these lazy gray dwarf slaves become willing to work so hard, and there is no gray dwarf slave in my quarry who is willing to work so hard!"

"I know this, Jia always told me that if you want the horse to run, you have to feed it!" said Kuz, who said quickly.

Horsens asked uncertainly, "Just two full meals?"

"Actually, we just let them understand how hard life morality is, and also let them understand a truth, that is, none of us can survive, and they must be the first to be sacrificed!" I added on the side, at this time I felt that I should wear a pair of tortoiseshell eyes, so that I could look older, otherwise I would always talk like this, maybe someone would think I was an adult dwarf.

Horsens suddenly realized, he paused the cane in his hand fiercely, and said very excitedly: "Why didn't I think of this truth earlier! They are just so hungry that they can eat two full meals now, how can they not cherish it!"

Luckily, our group had slowly walked away, otherwise the two grey dwarf slaves would have been working in fear.

Walking along the stone road to the east of the village, I said to Horsens at Kuz's side, "Actually, there are some other things in here. For example, distribution according to work, rewards and punishments are clear. It's all a little bit related!"

Kutz and the others were accustomed to me speaking in such a tone, but Horsens had a look of surprise on his face. I decided to talk less. There are some things that we talk about too much, and we always reveal our plans, just like I've been talking to Kuz lately about the future of the Raitu tribe and how to rebuild this orc village, and I don't want to talk too much about this shrewd miner owner, who can always find some business opportunities in it, and then lobby and squeeze us.

The refinery was built in an open area on the east side of the village, which is still very rudimentary, with only makeshift stoves made of stone strips. However, these granite stone bars are burned for a long time, and the stones will naturally fall off one by one, and sometimes they will explode, which is not very safe, I am worried that these pot stoves built with stone bars will collapse one day, so I have been trying to rebuild a row of stoves with clay for the past few days, but unfortunately there are still hundreds of headless swamp zombies piled up next to the stove. Before all of them were refined into corpse fire oil, there was no chance to extinguish the stove, and the matter dragged on.

Ten large iron pots more than three meters high are as huge as giant mixers in a gravel yard. The corpse burned red from the crock, and the raging flames from the corpse spewed out from the corpse boiled the corpse oil in the iron pot, and a gray dwarf slave sat awkwardly on a wooden shelf wearing a cowhide apron. Holding an iron spoon more than three meters long in his hand, he is adding blue sail crystal sand to it.

Looking at his roasted red face, I thought to myself that this job could only be done by dwarves who are not afraid of fire.

The powdered bluesail sand was carefully and evenly sprinkled by the gray dwarf in the iron pot. Then the strong-looking gray dwarf began to scoop out the corpse fire oil from the iron pot spoonful by spoonful and pour it into the oil drum that had been prepared.

An orc overseer lies with his back to us on a freshly made bench chair. Apparently he was so immersed in his own world that he didn't even hear our footsteps. Maybe it was because of the fierce burning sound coming from the ten iron pots, or maybe it was because the smelter was too comfortable and made him relax his vigilance.

He leisurely stared at the dozens of gray dwarves working hard, while saying to the gray dwarf slave: "Hey, I said Ryota, there are only these swamp zombies left, Master Ji Jia has already ordered, after refining, you have to extinguish all these stoves, these granite have exploded very seriously recently, if one accidentally collapses an oil pot, a few of us will be the first to die in the fire, and no one can run away!" Look at even these corpses under the stove, a zombie arm is to burn all day, this full pot of corpse fire oil is really going to burn, I guess in the end we can't even have ashes left, you have to be careful to keep an eye on Lao Tzu!"

The gray dwarf was very attentive in scooping out the corpse oil from the iron pot, spoonful by spoonful, and when the orc overseer said the last word, he quickly turned his head to show that he knew and understood. But when he turned his head, he saw me and Kuz approaching with Horsens, and was so frightened that his long-handled iron spoon almost fell from his hand, and immediately splashed a hot splash of oil.

Fortunately, the oil did not splash out of the oil pot, if it really accidentally splashed out, it flowed down the edge of the iron pot, and the hot oil in the whole big iron pot would be ignited, and if you wanted to put out the fire at that time, it was definitely not an easy task.

The orc overseer was so frightened that he bounced off the wooden chair when he saw the gray dwarf slave Ryota drop the iron spoon, pointed at the gray dwarf slave and scolded: "You kid really don't know how to write the word 'death', if you light this pot of hot oil, I'll give you an airship ticket to heaven......!

"Ahem!" Horsens was a little embarrassed, after all, it was his orcs who were playing treasure there.

Hearing a series of coughs, the orc overseer subconsciously turned his head, and suddenly saw a group of people behind him staring at him as if they were watching a play, and suddenly his face was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and he stood next to the wooden chair with a complicated and trembling expression, looking at Horsens with some pity, a half-gnawed sausage fell out of his sleeve and rolled down the wooden chair, and he wiped the oil stains on the corner of his mouth in a panic.

"Get out of the way!" Horsens reached out and kicked the embarrassed orc overseer aside, glaring at him fiercely. Horsens was drawn to the ten large iron cauldrons and the flames burning below, and ignored the embarrassed expression of the orc overseer in the quarry.

He wanted to take two steps forward, but when a breeze blew, he was forced back by the boiling heat, and he pointed to the big iron pot and asked, "These swamp zombies have refined corpse fire oil to make fire bombs?"

"No, we didn't think about what we were going to do with them, our brothers just wanted to take them back to Gurudin, and sell them directly! Actually, our original idea was to sell them to hunters who hunt in the wilderness all year round, and the oil is very ......resistant to burning," Kuz explained after Horsens' words.

Horsens opened his mouth clearly, gently touched the stubble on his chin with one hand, and said slowly: "That's the case! Those complicated oil drums are actually furnaces, but the price of these corpse fire oil is very high, right?"

Seeing that Kutz and I were both looking at him suspiciously, Horsens did not answer his words, and then explained: "This time I came in person, in addition to escorting your relatives back safely, in fact, I still want to make two deals with your brothers! In addition, I have heard from you that it is necessary to rebuild this village in Drowned, and a large amount of iron must be needed, and I still have a little stock there! ”

I said in my heart: Your iron ore there is not only a small stock, but a mountain of piles! )